Property

Property

A Poem by Heather Louise Argibay

Property


I am only just your property

Your little woman

Lost independence, injured and unable

No longer self-sustainable

But yet I am trainable….

Your maid, Your butler, Your nurse, And Mother

But we are No Longer Lovers

A possession to be hold, a cherished object to be shown off

Your trophy wife, Always smile, Always look nice

Yet I had no dowry, I came from no money, Nor was I sold

Yet why I am I enslaved, trapped, confined and caged?

Sequestered to this fine home I help made

 

I am only just your property

 

These rooms are my tomb

You are the warden, my keeper, and I shall never leave

Isolated, disconnected and doomed

Another object, bauble, or trinket to place on your shelf

Your personal dolly

And you don’t like to share,  better to keep me all to your self

And now that you hold all the power

You hold the bread winning over my head

And yet all I can afford to offer is crumbs

 I am lost, my identity misplaced

My personality has been erased

No longer valid, No longer relevant,

A washed soulless female form

An empty meat sack

 

I am only just your property

© 2017 Heather Louise Argibay


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"be hold"? behold?

Some mistake poetry for reality - especially when it is spot on. If this be untrue for you it IS too true for too many others.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Very deep and emotional poem. It displays the characters struggles very well. I especially love the line "Your maid, Your butler, Your nurse, And Mother
But we are No Longer Lovers" And your use of capitalization. 200/100 an absolute lovely poem :)

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on February 22, 2017
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